Lyrics

Gala hangs from the window framedressed in black and whiteHer face is colourlessin the moonlightShe turns around and her lips movebut the words just drop awayShe leans on the back of a chairand her arms begin to swayShe and I can hear voicestalking in the room next doorSaying things we used to saythat we can't believe in any moreWe've seen too many castles crumblemade too many innocent mistakesWho could have known that one housecould hold so much heartbreak?

And then the clockbell ringsthe wind blows in -Gala makes for the door.Her eyes blazeand her hands are shakingShe opens her mouth and ROARS!Gala doesn't want, Gala doesn't needShe claws at her facewith her nails till it bleedsShe runs down the stairsin her poor bare-feetShe's too woman to cry or go down on her kneesthen her mother is thereAnd her voice is softshe pulls Gala closeShe soothes Gala's cutsand gently chidesAnd Gala knows...

That Gala shouldn't worryshe needn't be afraidBecause there are sailors on the sea tonightin ships that God madeLook! They cast out the linewith a "heave two-three-four"And they sing as they pullour lost souls aboard

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